Spit on your head and lead me inside
Through the caves of your fingers and into the tide
Sow, mare, b**h, vixen,
I've always had a thing for dangerous women.
One more line and an audience will clap in their head
Removing the animal hide that covers your bed
With a cla**room compa** I can now say I've been kissed
Across my pale body clenched in her fist
Sow, mare, b**h, vixen,
I've always had a thing for dangerous women.
bu*ton on your hood and we can sleep in the graveyard
Zip up your boots, I'll be in the yard
The holes in conversations she fills with smoke rings
I tell her I'm with someone, she laughs, says 'no strings'
Sow, mare, b**h, vixen,
I've always had a thing for dangerous women.
It's easy to remember and hard to forget
For the dust of reflection has not settled yet